XV.XI.VII.Lovers' Lips

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips;

There's something magical within a kiss.

With just the very slightest touch

Of his lips he creates a rush

Of tingling to each and every limb;

Your eyes focus 'til it's only him

Within your sight; It's futile to fight

This hold he has on you; you feel so light;

His kiss makes you feel you can fly.

The merest brush of his lips and you're high

Among the clouds, soaring among the stars.